#[ 𝖎𝖒𝖕𝖗𝖎𝖘𝖔𝖓𝖊𝖉 . ] | | | answered .

[biskael]

Are you friendly with any other Ritter but Gigi? We know she's like your little sister who needs the psych ward, but anyone else?

ㅤAH , HIS COMRADES . some of them , he'd looked upon in adoration , and very few in affection . others , scorn , and very rarely , loathing . not that he were the one to ever question His chosen few , but there were many he knew that would be replaced . as he had seen such before .

ㅤ " gigi , the poor dear . do not speak such things about her in my presence . she needs care & understanding , not some doctor who wants to study her .

ㅤ the grandmaster , of course , has been a brother-in-arms for centuries . lille , gerard and nodt , as well ... and , my dear qistina @mundmutter .

ㅤ berenice can be helpful in my workings , at times , when she isn't being an utter nuisance . but , i'd rather deal with her than some of the others . I suppose I would also say the same about gremmy .

ㅤ the others , I do not trust nor like ------ let alone respect . some , I can hardly tolerate . then again , I am among the eldest here . I have centuries on a number of them , and that shows in many ways . my experience , tenfold . oftentimes , it can grow very aggrevating, really ... "

[biskael]

“ Oh Quilgie-pookie~~~”

" UGH ... A REVOLTING LITTLE NICKNAME ------ DO YOU WANT TO BE STRUCK DOWN where you stand , frau ? unless if you'd enjoy that sort of thing , which wouldn't surprise me , really .

I suppose you think you're funny . "

@grellsaw

[biskael]

What does happiness look like to you?

" A FULL PRISON , my blades crimson with blood , my enemies broken before me , a bountiful hunt , a warm hearth , my beloved consort happy & pleased , a lovely dawn on an autumn's morning across the forest ... and , what his majesty would wish of myself . what he foresees for everyone , and everything . "

the hunter gives a slight , casual shrug of his shoulders . " off of the top of my head , that is . those things couldn't make me any happier . "

@7-tek

[biskael]

how would a fandom actually treat you?

KINNIE CALLER .

EVERYONE KINS YOU . You have the most cosplayers in the fandom. Its a beautiful nightmare. They wear decocore costumes on tiktok and get so many followers. Everyone argued abt their headcanons for you and no one can decide who exactly you actually art, but, they love you. You're also on a lot of "red flag kins" lists.

taken : from dash . tagging : none !

[biskael]

Do you use any poisons in your torture sessions? Not enough to kill, but enough to cause harm and pain.

" THERE ARE TIMES , YES . something truly vile to chill the blood can work wonders . of course , i am not too knowledgeable in ... alchemical pursuits . the sciences , things of that manner . even in my years , it was never my expertise nor my desire .

there are others in our ranks far more suited to that than i could ever be . my dear sister , qistina , always has had such a talent with the more profane arts . why , she is capable of miracles . and she is not the only one , but i believe her to be the very best in our empire .

i truly am blessed to have her vital assistance in my workings . "

anon questions / accepting . mentioning : @deathleads

[biskael]

❝ As someone with a mood disorder, I think you should get a doctor to check you out, mentally. ❞

" WHAT INTERESTING ADVICE coming from a mortal , little rabbit-girl . if i wanted a proper diagnosis , i would've sought out doctors long ago .

------ whyever is it such a concern , anyhow ? "

@neonbitch

[biskael]

👿

OH , WHATEVER WAS IT NOW ? not that he was truly surprised . his actions , his words , his very presence would set her on edge . make her watch that tongue of hers whenever he would appear around a palace corner . or when he would lead his men through the early mists of the morn' , and she would rattle at the sound of the hunter's call , her feathers in a mess of fluff . the woman disturbed from sleep , and no doubt , tired . dazed .

" well , don't you look certainly delighted . " and not a glance is even so shot her way again , his crimson stare now fixated on a grand pile of papers .

@fenixias

[biskael]

❝  most men do not know me for what i am.  ❞

" IS THAT SO ? " QUILGE ASKS with a slight tilt of his head . his crimson stands out so starkly against the bright, firgid white of the palace courtyard . the man sips at his drink ------ something festive, and strong . at the very least , quilge is as jovial as he could be towards celeste . perhaps , tolerant would be the better word .

the man's eyes narrow , but ever is it hard to see . always obscured .

" what are you , then , celeste ? "

@mikroteros , circe sentences .

[biskael]

how pure are you ?

" EVER THE EXTREMES , as usual . whatever is it that I do that isn't holy ? "

[biskael]

Off in the distance wherever the spear may land, there's a sudden shriek. Moments later, the image of the young Quincy would appear briefly at the arc of the landscape. River lingers for a moment, then quietly turns and walks away. Originally she had intended on confronting the spear thrower - until she realized it was the psychotic Quincy. Best she not tempt fate with that one. [ from x-vandrelyst-x ]

HE HAD MADE SURE TO HAVE THROWN IT as far as he possibly could . a notion not even in contest , but merely for sport . his own satisfaction , and how lucky would he be if it'd impaled anyone ! when he'd heard a distant cry , aloft on the desert air , quilge was quite pleased . something had happened , maybe the tip snagged through someone's foot . he could only hope such recklessness ended in violence , deranged as he was .

... and , wings carrying him far , he was disappointed when it hadn't . the hunter's face quickly lost its sadistic joy . river , young and inexperienced in the art of war . a least favorite among any of the more recent quincy recruited to their army . not a drop of blood was shed .

" oh , frau værnes , " the hunter's disdain apparent , even as he hauls the weapon forth from the sands . effortlessly , in a swift motion . " wandering around the desert , are you ? there isn't much to see here , you know . "

for @x-vandrelyst-x .

[biskael]

@zombiigrl said : ❛  i  don’t  remember  love  as  a  child .  ❜

HE COULD BE COLD . HE COULD BE RUINOUS AND HATEFUL . HE COULD NOT CARE AN OUNCE . but with her , he'd found that he was none of those things . from the moment she'd stumbled through the doorways of the palace . this was one soldat he would spare . for everyone had known that the jailer knew pain . she was to be handled gently .

quilge reached over her , rather gingerly for his barbaric disposition . he had grabbed the other pot of tea , the earl grey . his favourite , should he have to choose . on return , he was careful not to knock over any of her plushies nor dolls . the table , he'd noticed , had grown more full ------ making room for all the more "guests" who'd arrived . the pot is gently placed atop its own saucer . bull in a china shop no more .

" but you are loved now , giselle . remember that always . "

[biskael]

" HOLLOWS HAVE ALWAYS BEEN SEEN to mankind as horrific beasts ------ nightmarish monsters , even demons , among certain circles . picture yourself a mortal , centuries ago , when a hollow has decimated your lonely little village . slaughtered everyone , torn apart the livestock . an improper burial , a lost soul , bound by grief & sorrow . my kind , the quincy , sought to destroy them . to save what we could of ourselves , what we cherished enough to protect .

I use them in a variety of ways , but , to achieve that without devouring them , I need special weaponry , or a non-quincy . in this case , you work quite nicely . their body parts make bait for larger monsters , weaponry . or , their fangs make a nice trophy . among other things .

you see , lyric , the Hunt has been sacred to the Quincy for centuries . in doing so , we also keep the realm of the living a safer place . "

🧍🏼

" A SURPRISING LITTLE VISIT from the likes of you for late in the eve . I can only hope that your hunts have been going well . " a low , slight laugh , glancing up from his paperwork ... although , from quilge , perhaps such kindness wasn't so comforting , nor reassuring . his smile , thin as it was , never reached his eyes , it seemed .

" now , what is it ? "

@lunarscaled

[biskael]

❝ Brother, please - Please, please, tell me that you love me. Tell me I can be loved. Tell me I'm not a monster. ❞

" LIEBLINGS SCHWESTERLEIN . "

THE MAN SAID , the clean , blackened leather of his grip reaching for the girl's chin . had made her meet his steely gaze ( to ground her somewhat ) . and quilge's smile , slight as it was , was truly for her . he had felt a kinship with the girl ever since they'd met . and he'd taken a liking to her instantly . a protective bond he hadn't known in years ------ CENTURIES , EVEN .

" of course i love you . you're not a monster , silly . why , i think you're a very pleasant young woman ! it's not surprising why you get so much attention . " an adoring , chaste kiss is pressed to her forehead , leaving a distinct black print on her pallid skin . " and trust me when i say , dear girl , I KNOW MONSTERS . "

@zombiigrl

[biskael]

Jailer? I hardly even KNOW 'er!

     ------ and , he just gives a quick click of the tongue .     “ hm . ”

[biskael]

@ichigokurosaki / @korosakis asked : "  what do you mean by  'steal my bankai'...  ?   surely that couldn't be possible. "

A PIERCING GAZE , SOMETHING THAT WAS PRIMED AND SHOT . A FLESH-AND-BONE STARE ------ ruining the skin with a glance . the sternritter’s eyes were simply devastating to mirror , even beneath glass . something cold nestled itself inside of this man long ago , and it never left that space behind his ribs . this thing that he knew so intimately , had manifested it , nurtured it and bestowed it upon others . a mere trace of his cruelty . THIS HORRIFIC VIRTUE , a patience which many couldn’t bear to stomach . A HEAVENLY ACHE , not a practice , but somewhere within him . his ruthlessness was a part of him .

    das Medaillon shimmers , silver like mercury , in his hand . its sadistic glint entraps the moonbeam that strikes it . and quilge , poised in his militaristic grace , stands before its frightening light . a devouring storm , wholly , absolutely undeterred . the distant , violent rumble of GETSUGA TENSHŌ , howling beneath the heavens . he does not move in ways that the eye could track , reishi propelling him through every gasp of space . beneath his sharpened heels was the flare of a million shattered souls . quilge emerges , unscathed , his smile mocking .

    “ it’s quite simple , really . ”   not like he was going to offer the kurosaki boy much of an explanation .   “ here . let me show you .

    SCHMELZEN ! MEER VOR WOLKEN , WOLKEN VOR REGEN , REGEN VOR NEBEL ! ”

    his hand raises to the night . underneath a whirl of stars & a darkened sky , something draws ever nearer . it cracks within the silver . spilling forth an eldritch wave . a blackened cross writhes forth from das Medaillon . a towering force , higher than the remains of ichigo’s final getsuga . and something hungering for more than a bite of heaven . the blackened wave surrounds ichigo , descending upon him without end . and beyond its unearthly cry , in ritual , the angel chimes a wretched hymn :   “ . . . MEER VOR WOLKEN , WOLKEN VOR REGEN , REGEN VOR NEBEL . . . ”

     inside. through. within. out. the abyss pierces his body, and with it, his soul. deep into the trenches. picking it apart with teeth. unbearably cold and quick. a million colors into nothingness. reality itself melts away in a blink .

    but the black light shimmers back into das Medaillon . its shape , a massive , crackling star high above the angel’s hand . now returns the night . the endless sky above spins , then it stills . but within the sword , no voice sounds . it rings within its emptiness . there is little remarkable to it now , if it were anything at all .

    and the warden is as cruel as ever. he taps das Medaillon with a gloved finger , victorious . his grin is sharp enough to cut flesh .  

“ that is what I mean , junge . ”

[biskael]

i hope you know how many people want you dead, quilge.

a faceless prisoner's audience with the jailer . / / anonymously send me something your muse is secretly thinking about mine . / / accepting .

" I KNOW , GESICHTSLOS . I know . Who's to kills the executioner when it's his time , eh ? Not that any of that keeps me from losing any sleep , of course . It isn't something I tend to worry about . "